A fairly easy and non-stress day with the kids. (Sometimes Sundays can be a doozie). No tremendous behavior issues. Smooth sailing.
Productive otherwise: Went to the grocery store (I am a renowned terrible grocery shopper!), went to work for a bit, stopped in at the library and completed the taxes.
Worst Part of the Day-
Last night Will-O and I went out for din and then went to see a band (they were unexpectedly killer) while his mom hung here and our kids snoozed. When I awoke today I didn't see my purse in its usual place--flung on the floor in the corner of our dining room. I wasn't too worried straight away (as I only had three drinks over the course of the night--jeez...I had to have traveled home with it, right?) I called my phone which I knew was in the purse, but didn't hear it anywhere. Hmph. I still thought it had to be around here somewhere. After not spotting it all morning, I had Will-O call his mom to see if it was in her car as we drove it last night due to snow bank reasons. She said it wasn't in her car. Ma lord. The worry began to rise, but I still had a saving option. I called the bar and inquired about anyone finding my crappy denim satchel that no one would ever desire yet held the contents of my world. No such item found. Oh golly. At this point the familiar "Great, I lost another______" set in. How could I be so air headed?!*
Just as I was about to come to grips with the doubly yucky truth of: 1). my purse and all contents are gone and 2). yes, I am an air head, I went to take out the garbage and saw the faded little purse hanging on a hook in our entryway. (Where it really should be).
You got me again, organic brain disease.
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